Oh the joys of training!

All last week was spent in training. The whole staff from all of the dorms got together in a small room and was "trained". Training basically consisted of the security coordinator reading to us from the manual and complaining about how she also did not want to be there. I think my favorite quote from her was along the lines of "This week is going to be very very long if ya'll don't start having fun". Oh you. Always with the positive feedback and encouraging words.



A few times we had guest speakers like the police, sexual assault victim advocates, fire marshals and so on. They all spoke to us on how to handle students who have been assaulted and we also had scenario training. They made us go to one of the dorms and we went to like 7 rooms. In each room they set up a scenario for us to handle like it was really happening. We had to handle scenarios like a student who was being stalked, an alcohol bust, a drug bust, an overdose, and a medical transport. These are all things we encounter at our lovely job. No, I don't think we've ever heard a "thank you".

Training lasts a whole week and...it shouldn't. I really think that we could have made it a lot shorter and a lot less painful. I mean damn, Monday through Friday from 10 am to 4 pm. It shouldn't take that long!

It was pretty awful. I got stuck with a super guard on my scenarios and I don't think she realized that at some point in my 3 year career at security I have had to deal with each of those scenarios in real life. Whatever, she wants to be a boss so...good for her?

It was exhausting and useless. I don't think I learned anything new. We had to listen to everyone's little story about something funny that happened to them and I was so over it.

At least we got paid for it.

Some of the highlights include, but are not limited to:
- Learning that we are the bane of the university's existence. Wait, I knew that.
- The job has absolutely no benefits, and it never will.
- One of the staff members yelling a lot because he was drunk.
- Finding out just how awful the campus police officers are at doing their jobs.
- Being treated like children.
- Being scolded by our superiors who were younger than most of us.
- Apparently the taco truck is not always on campus.